Dong Yuantai spoke eloquently: "Fengyun students are a special group of students, carrying the pride of our NTU students. As a member of the student union, our first responsibility is to set an example to all NTU students."
"The so-called role model is the criterion for all behaviors."
Dong laughed and pointed at Song Ting and said, "Of course, don't publicize this kind of example, as it can easily lead others astray."
"Dong Yuantai, when I become the president, I will definitely put your photo and profile in the toilet!" Song Ting screamed in anger and even threatened directly.
Each president of the NTU Student Union has his or her own photos and introductions in this building. More than 100 photos and brief narratives represent the glory of a century-old prestigious school from another direction.
Dong Da ignored Song Ting who showed her little tiger teeth, and just continued to say to Song Ziyu: "Another important responsibility of Fengyun students is to demonstrate the virtues of NTU students!"
"Virtues are divided into literary virtues and martial virtues. Needless to say, literary virtues. There are elite students in various majors. For example, Ding Ze from the Human Resources Department is also a manifestation of literary virtues. From helping an old lady cross the road to being an expert in planting trees, he is The embodiment of the beautiful virtues of NTU students." Dong Da said slowly.
But it is obvious that neither Song Ting nor Park Chengsheng seems to think highly of Ding Ze.
"I need to focus on the issue of martial ethics!"
Dong Da said with a serious expression: "There is an important event in our college career, which is the National Student Martial Arts Conference."
"National Student Martial Arts Conference?" Song Ziyu was stunned.
Dong Da nodded and said: "That's right! The National College Student Martial Arts Conference is held every three years. Everyone only has the opportunity to participate once in their student career!"
"We, the people of Yuxia, are strong and advocating martial ethics. This is also the foundation for us to stand at the top of the nation."
"Therefore, we, the Fengyun students in the student union, still have the historical mission of advocating martial arts and preparing for the National College Student Martial Arts Conference."
“We have reached the finals of the National Student Martial Arts Conference three times before, but lost in the end. Therefore, winning a championship trophy for NTU is the long-cherished wish of every generation of student union members.”
At this point, Dong Da said sadly: "It's a pity that I don't have this opportunity. In the future, I can only watch you overcome all obstacles and forge ahead."
Seeing Dong Da's expression, Song Ziyu realized his sense of mission as a student of NTU.
After Dong Da said this, he personally handed Song Ziyu a card: "This is a subsidy card for Fengyun students. It can be used for various consumer subsidies such as meals and fares. The subsidy for a one-star Fengyun student is 3,000 yuan per month." Yuan...Fengyun students will be evaluated every semester in the future and the best ones will be selected for promotion. The higher the star rating, the better the treatment."
After receiving this card, Song Ziyu realized that the treatment at Nanda was really good!
The monthly living allowance alone will be so generous.
Dong Da continued: "But you have to note that this subsidy cannot be used for any commercial activities such as gambling and investment. Once discovered by the school, you may face heavy penalties. In addition, the balance of the subsidy card will be cleared on the first of every month, so you Don’t think about saving money.”
"I understand!" Song Ziyu nodded.
"Junior brother, you need to understand that since ancient times, the poor in literature and the rich in martial arts are the truth. Martial arts training is an extremely resource-intensive thing, so you should make good use of these subsidies to strengthen your own training. I am looking forward to your progress!" Dong Da finally encouraged.
Feeling the high expectations placed by the senior, Song Ziyu replied firmly: "I will work hard, senior!"
"It's okay, go down."
…
After joining the student union, Song Ziyu felt a deeper sense of belonging to NTU and became more focused on her studies.
Gradually, Song Ziyu found that the people and things around him became a little different.
Song Ziyu could clearly feel that guys like Jiang Zhe who liked to show off were avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally, and even if they wanted to show off, they would not dare to show off in front of him.
And those girls in the class always like to ask themselves all kinds of weird questions... Song Ziyu is very distressed. Everyone learns the same professional courses. Everyone knows what they know, but they may not understand what everyone knows. Everyone doesn't. Even if you understand, you still don’t understand.
But why do they like to ask themselves this question so much?
Oh, so annoying.
I thought the impact would stop there, but I didn't expect that one day I was reading a book in the classroom when I suddenly heard someone calling me: "Song Ziyu, there is someone looking for me outside."
Song Ziyu walked to the door of the classroom in a daze, only to see a cute girl in a beige dress standing uneasily at the door of the classroom.
The girl has a melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a tall nose and flower-petal lips, and a pair of big, smart eyes that are quietly looking at her.
"Excuse me...are you Soong Ziyu?" The girl clasped her hands behind her back, like a little white rabbit sitting obediently next to the big bad wolf. It made people feel delicious and cute. It would be a pity to eat it in one bite, but it would be scary to hold it in the mouth. The kind that melts away.
Hiccup...
Song Ziyu was so nervous that it was like Fan Da's head was twitching: "Uh...I am Song Ziyu...do you have anything to do with me?"
The girl bit her red lips, stretched out her slender hands, stuffed the things in her hands, then turned around and ran away like a little white rabbit.
Looking at the bangs and beige dress blowing in the wind, Song Ziyu was stunned.
When the autumn wind stops on your hair, on the shoulders of the red sunset...
There seemed to be a melody ringing in Song Ziyu's ears.
"oh!"
"A girl is actually chasing you!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was a commotion all around, and the students made a buzzing sound.
Song Ziyu reached into his pocket and took out an origami crane.
Looking at the thousand paper cranes, Song Ziyu blushed instantly.
At this time, a classmate came over and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Brother, men have been chasing women since ancient times. It would be better for you to let such a beautiful girl chase you backwards. I really have you, so hurry up." How many tricks can you teach me?"
Song Ziyu was extremely embarrassed and said hurriedly: "Don't make trouble."
well!
What a damn shame!
How could it be so cool?
Thinking of that sweet and lovely girl, the beige dress, the fluttering bangs and long hair, Song Ziyu's heart was in confusion.
Returning to the desk, Song Ziyu carefully opened the folded paper crane.
Spreading out the paper crane, there was a piece of pink letterhead.
After reading the contents, Song Ziyu blushed even more!
Juanxiu’s notes on the letterhead tell the story:
The mountains and rivers in Erliang are all three-quarters of spring, and the half-rise moonlight reflects the returning guests, which is nowhere near as good as yours.
Lovesickness makes people grow old, but don't make the years grow old.
If we have never met each other and laughed, how can we live forever?
... There is infatuation and love in the world, but it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
After reading the love letter, Song Ziyu's heart beat fast.
